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Md. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan Poem
To please the people around,
We become prisoners as they become the hound.
Silencing our voice,
To be typical we make a choice.
Shaping the tools for our cage,
We start slipping off the edge.
The edge of our destruction,
Prisoners in bars of our construction.
Though we have the key,
To be out of this captivity,
Free souls, we can't be,
If we prefer such fragility.
Each day the cell is getting smaller,
Crushing our bones as it's colder.
Piece by piece we start to lose,
The satisfaction of people over our personality when we choose.
How come we be prisoners,
When we're the key holders,
How can opinions be our slaying masters?
Copyright © Md. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan | Year Posted 2021
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Md. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan Poem
I heard a lullaby from a neighbour's house,
Eagerly I peeped in through the window
And saw the cradle carrying a baby swinging to and frow,
I watched the rejoicing audiences, who were the family members,
Where the five-month baby stole the whole show.
I took a few steps towards the main road,
And got a glimpse of little dreamers,
They were cycling, playing, pouring livelihood to the barren ground,
And watching them seamlessly enjoying, I realised
That this generation has energies, that knew no bound.
And at the end of a busy road, there was a cafe renowned,
Where the young hearts fluttering and flattering were found
Tasting the flavours of their newly discovered youth,
I chose not to stay there for too long,
I did not want to be their uninterrupted guest, so I took another route.
Finally when I reached back home,
Came running my mom who was suffering from ill mental health,
Who only finds peace when I come,
Hugging her tight, I earned her smile which is my most valuable wealth.
And her smile reminded me of the five-month-old child,
And of the innocence that dwelled in his eye,
That is when I realised that what I watched was
Nothing but the ages passing by.
Copyright © Md. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan | Year Posted 2022
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Md. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan Poem
Dear me,
Look, I have a lot to say to you.
Have you ever heard the quote that sounds like
"We all bad in someone's story"
From what I know is, that's kinda true.
But what I don't know is, how to explain it.
Maybe she's wrong and maybe he's right.
Maybe she's right and maybe he's wrong
Or maybe both are wrong,
And maybe both are right.
Forgive me for what I spitted cause I don't know a thing.
Okay, now let's talk about forgiveness.
People told me it's easy to forgive but it's hard to forget.
What say you though?
Well, some say yes and some say no.
But I say yes, why and how?
Why? It's because of love.
I do it all for love because when love exists, it's easier.
How? I'm not sure but when there is love, there is no how.
I think it's just happened.
So I wanna learn how to love just to forgive myself.
I want to forgive myself for being too hard.
I want to forgive myself for being too sensitive.
I want to forgive myself for hating so much.
I want to forgive myself for loving too much.
I want to forgive myself for not putting myself first.
I want to forgive myself for not wanting to be on top of everything.
And I want to forgive myself for not learning how to love myself first.
I have to say that it's not easy,
But with the help of love,
Surely the burden will lift up little by little, isn't it?
So I love to forgive and forgive to forget.
But the question is can I or can't I?
Copyright © Md. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan | Year Posted 2022
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